She had been right, and that would make everything much, much easier later on. In the heat of the moment, John hadn't even realized the consequences o... his admission. Julie didn't care, the all-consuming sensations building between her thighs were just too much, and all she wanted right now, was for her big, strong brother to fuck her again and again and again!John's cock was sliding in and out of his horny little sister's pussy like a piston... oiled and hot... flexible yet hard as it rasped. I like that. You don’t see guys our age wearing them anymore. It’s refreshing.”“Thanks.”Justin realizes he’s blushing and hopes Cindy’s doesn’t notice it in the gloom. She lays down facing him, one arm cushioning her head.“Say, I hope you don’t mind about what I did in the car earlier today. I know it was very forward of me.”“No, it’s ok. I really enjoyed it…a lot.” Justin gazes at her, hoping to convey how much he’d liked the blow job.She smiles and slowly moves her hand over the covers. Lockdowns. A seemingly brain-dead election. For most of us, trapped within the walls of the place we call home, it gave us time to think. It gave us time to experience an everlasting boredom known only to the people of the free world; and with that boredom, the raging hormones of socially and sexually deprived people. And as the old saying goes: Idle hands are the devil’s playthings.While some turned to the depraved deeds of pornography, and others to the romantic narration of erotic. Sighing, Death looked at Beatrix, “Now you’ve done it! They are on the way.”Beatrix stood firm. She knew something was coming, something far more powerful than Death. Something powerful enough to make Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged? Angels? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn’t sure. Then a voice spoke to her.“Beatrix, I have felt the pain that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe?” The beautiful, powerful voice.